Thoughts soar the breath of space Freed of the weight of words Unharnessed at the base To privlidge the unheard
Yet half of what is said Dies lost upon the lips For thoughts diffused widespread May blunder on the slip
Truth rests by silent peace In the vessel of our reason For tho it gains release Some ears may call it....treason!
A
Hormonal Poetry
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Reviews of "Blundered On The Slip"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2004
Ah, yes, the sublime message. Nevermind that, this poem was written so tightly it squeeked as I read it.
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on September 15, 2004
Lady A, your remarkable talent to weave well-penned words into timeless well presented treasures for the masses to reflect upon, is a shining testament to your overall competence, and you shall always be recognized as a influential Poetess. Thank you for sharing your work. Take care and be well.
Not one word wasted here and you have marshalled your considerable forces into one round of on-target ammunition that blows me out of the water - Ker-pow!! Such precision and sleek accuracy - I am in awe! Speaks mightily to gas-bags like me... half the time I am thinking while I am moving my lips: "I'm glad I'm not having to listen to this!" Yeah, I know... I am inviting the inevitable here, but point taken and I WISH I could take heed! If you think I'm bad on paper....!!!!!! I should go round with this write pasted on my forehead with the message below: "Keep reminding me!" Keeping this FOREVER and etching on my brain... LUV IT!! TY Kate xx
The power of the spoken or written word is incalculable..Lady
Peter
Reviewed by Fletcher Bailey (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2004
Lady A, you may call it a hormonal poem, I call it brilliant, with a strong timeless message attached. This is one of the most profound writes I have ever had the priviledge to read. ((Hugs)) Fletcher B.
Superb poem Anita! Love the art too! Funny reading Dani
comment,I almost reposted a poem this morning called
Lapsus Linguae...;-) Decided I didn't want to go there;-)
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on September 14, 2004
I JUST wrote a poem called the weight of words....omg we are in-tune....lol!
Fantastic poetry my American friend! You do this soooooo well....Inspiring.
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A detailed study of the origins of the New Alienation. The author labels it normative or postmodern ennui and traces its rise to cultural power over the last two centuries.
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Definitely profound - a strong message precisely and cleverly penned!
Robert
Peter
powerful poem!
mighty powerful, heartfelt poem here--sounds like me, although i slip on the blunders rather than the other way around :)
seriously, i enjoyed this one--hope you're okay *continued prayers*
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Looks like both our ships went down today!!
Love Tinka
Dies lost upon the lips
so true!
sueb
comment,I almost reposted a poem this morning called
Lapsus Linguae...;-) Decided I didn't want to go there;-)
Fantastic poetry my American friend! You do this soooooo well....Inspiring.
ty, Dani
Jack